I’m not particularly sentimental about my first kiss. There are people who say you never forget it, but those people are wrong.

However, I do remember my first kiss with my wife. December of 20071, we had our first date. I had just finished a shift at Penn Cycle, and she met me out front. We went to the Herkimer. The date went well. It was a cold night, and she’d walked to the bar from her place, so afterwards, I offered to drive her home.

I pulled up out front of her place, and before she got out of the car, she asked if she got a kiss. Well, yeah. The whole drive over there, I was trying to figure out how to set that up. And man, the fireworks. Yow!